Authoress' Notes:

Hm… well, when summer comes, two things could happen. Either Anneka could use her newly-found free time to write, write, write… or she could discover that, unless the boredom of school drives her to write, she seems to have writer's block.

Guess which one happened?

Yeah… writing may be on hold for the summer, though I'll try! There's at least one or two chapters' worth of story left, so I'll post that later. The story itself isn't tied up- once I get to writing, things should go fairly smoothly. Sitting down to write is the problem. I promise I'll try, though!

Now that that's out of the way, this chapter… yeah. The long-promised bishounen molestation scene is in here, so if that'll bother you (nothing major happens, so I don't see how it would), maybe you shouldn't read that part? I hope it lives up to the expectations I seem to have built up. Please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I dun own anything!

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Questions

Yazoo's eyes opened slowly, and he immediately discovered that simply existing hurt more than he could have ever imagined.

"Yazoo?" Yazoo recognized the normally-cocky voice as Reno's. Yazoo tried to sit up, but found a pair of muscular arms pushing him down. He looked up into Cloud Strife's mako-blue eyes. Cloud frowned down at Yazoo, whose eyes widened in panic. Yazoo started to struggle, but stopped as he felt burning pain in his midsection. Gasping, he leaned back, looking questioningly at Cloud.

Cloud shrugged slightly. "When you collapsed, we found blood under you," he explained quietly. Yazoo couldn't understand what Cloud meant. Why would he have been bleeding?

-Yazoo. My brother-

Yazoo blinked. What? "Who…" he started.

-Why are-

What?

-brothers dead?-

Who was talking?

-Why did you kill them?- No. No. Yazoo saw a pair of bright, deadly eyes appear. Yazoo's eyes were wide open, but he saw nothing but the cold, green gaze. Distantly, he felt his body begin to shake violently, but he didn't know how to stop it. He heard people shouting, arms pushing him down into his bed, but nothing seemed to stop the terrible tremors that had taken hold of his body. He looked desperately for help, but no one else existed right now. Nothing existed, in all the world, but his shaking body and those terrible eyes.

"YAZOO!" Reno's panicked shout shattered the world of green Yazoo had been floating in. He slammed back into harsh, painful reality, shivering.

"H-he… he stabbed me," he choked out.

"Who?" Cloud asked quickly.

Yazoo shook his head. "Tall. Hair like mine, but… so long. Floating around him. Eyes as… as bright as Kadaj's. Brighter."

Cloud stood suddenly. "Sephiroth," he muttered, walking over to stare out of the window. Yazoo gasped. Reno stood to move closer to his bed, staring down at him.

"That was… 'nii-sama?"

Cloud, instead of answering Yazoo's question, turned sharply towards him. "What else?" he asked abruptly.

Yazoo thought, trying to bring back the hazy memories. Confused images flitted through his brain. He told Cloud whatever he could, desperate to know what the images meant. "A… a woman. A woman in a tank of some sort. …Mother?" Yazoo fell silent for a moment before continuing. "She has red eyes. She… knows my name? But then she's gone. The man… my 'nii-sama? He's in the tank instead, but suddenly he's not. He's not wearing anything, but his hair is all around, and he's walking towards me. I… I tripped." Yazoo stopped as the door opened and Tseng came in.

"He's awake?" he asked. Cloud gestured curtly for Tseng to be quiet, and the blazing fire in his blue eyes told Tseng not to argue. The black-haired man stopped at the foot of Yazoo's bed as Cloud motioned for Yazoo to continue.

Yazoo shuddered, but stopped when pain shot through him. He closed his eyes. "I tripped," he repeated. He didn't understand what he was remembering. "I-I… I tripped. I tripped over… Kadaj? Eyes staring, mouth ope- dead? Kadaj's blood coming from his mouth. Kadaj lying on top of Loz… Loz…"

Reno stiffened at the name, but let Yazoo go on. Yazoo shook. He focused entirely on just saying the words, because if he focused on saying the words, he wouldn't have to think about what they meant. "Loz… ribs sticking out. Blood from Kadaj's mouth on Loz. Blood… there's so much blood. Loz… Kadaj… Now his voice. 'Why have none of you brought me back?' He wants to know why. He's whispering. My stomach hurts so much. His sword blade is so cold. I… Loz… Kadaj… why? I hurt… it hurts so much!" Yazoo didn't try to stop the tears that flowed down his face as he shook violently all over, regardless of the pain.

Looking grim, Cloud whispered something into Tseng's ear. Tseng went to the cabinet on the wall and, pulling out a syringe, sedated the almost hysterically crying Yazoo. Slowly, gradually, the man's whimpers grew quieter, the drugs taking him into a dreamless sleep.

Reno shifted nervously as he watched the sedative take effect. Why was Yazoo having dreams about Sephiroth? Did this mean the silver-haired bastard was coming back? Reno sincerely hoped not- fighting Sephiroth took a lot of time and energy, time and energy better spent, in Reno's opinion, getting good and smashed.

Speaking of which…

As Tseng and Cloud left to try and find Kadaj and Loz, they promised Reno that they'd keep him updated on whatever they found. Reno nodded to them.

Closing the door behind the two men, Reno grinned slightly. Going to the cabinet, he reached down behind it to open a secret compartment he'd discovered years earlier. He triumphantly pulled out the booze he'd stashed here a few months back. Damn doctors wouldn't let their patients get hammered for some reason, yo.

Reno pulled his chair back over to the bed, and proceeded to swallow a huge gulp. He'd have to wait a while for Yazoo to wake up, but at least he'd be entertained this time. Taking another pull, Reno silently thought about everything that had happened since… since then. As the bottle slowly emptied, Reno's mind filled with endless questions and worries.

--

Yazoo frowned slightly, eyes still closed. If he didn't know better, he'd say someone very close to him was giggling hysterically.

"I feel pretty! Oh so pretty!"

Yazoo opened his eyes, and saw a very strange sight. Reno, who was by this time totally- BEYOND totally- shitfaced, was leaning back in his chair, which he'd turned around with its back to Yazoo's bed. This meant that Reno's head was practically in Yazoo's lap. As Yazoo stared, sweatdropping, Reno continued.

"Pretty and witty and- oh, you're awake?" Reno turned to face Yazoo, who nearly fainted from the alcoholic fumes rolling off of Reno. "Hey, Yazoo… do you know what the next word in that song is, yo?"

Yazoo, still rather creeped out, shook his head slightly. Reno hiccupped cheerily.

"Since you're such a good buddy," he said, slurring his words, "I'll tell ya. Izz…" Reno blinked. "Izz…" He blinked again.

Blankly, Reno turned to stare at the ceiling for a few moments, before looking back down at Yazoo. "Dude! Yazoo! 'sup?" Yazoo smiled slightly, rather unnerved by the ridiculously drunken bishounen still draped pretty much across his lap.

Reno sat up slightly. "So, Ya… Yazz… Yazoo. Hehe. Yazoo. Funny name." He grinned stupidly. "Anyways, I wanted to tell you… I… I hic think you're… all priddy. Rilly priddy. Pr… Pretty. There's a T in there. Two of 'em, ac- hic achally." Yazoo sighed slightly. He moved to push Reno off of him, but was caught completely off-guard by Reno's next move.

Reno sat up suddenly and leaned forward over Yazoo. Yazoo froze, unsure of what the odd look in Reno's eyes meant. "I… I mean it. Really pretty. Like… like hot, yo." Yazoo didn't understand why Reno was telling him this. He didn't really have time to think about it, though. Next thing he knew, Reno was leaning down over him… closer… closer…

Reno's lips touched Yazoo's gently, delicately at first, but Reno quickly moved closer. Licking at Yazoo's lips, Reno threaded his hands through Yazoo's hair, pulling him closer. Yazoo, though shocked, decided it felt kind of good.

What had started out feeling good, though, quickly began to feel suffocating. Yazoo tried to breathe, but Reno refused to let go. As Yazoo gasped for air, Reno's tongue entered Yazoo's mouth so suddenly that the remnant bit down on it. Unfazed, Reno only pressed closer, rubbing against the roof of Yazoo's mouth with his tongue. Yazoo was completely unprepared for Reno's determination, and his senses were overloading. He didn't know what to do.

Yazoo's panic finally hit the breaking point when he felt Reno's hands move down to begin undoing the buttons on his shirt. As Reno moved down to suck on Yazoo's throat, Yazoo shuddered in a mixture of pleasure and terror.

"R-Reno!" he shouted, trying to push the other man away. When his efforts weren't immediately successful, Yazoo blinked. His eyes changed, the pupils becoming slit-like, and an instinctive blast of energy knocked Reno backwards.

Reno hit the floor hard, and for a moment lay still, the wind knocked out of him. He slowly sat up, blushing.

"I-I…" he started, but he closed his mouth, unable to find anything to say. He shook his head, pulling himself to his feet, and left the room somewhat unsteadily.

Yazoo, eyes back to normal, stared at the retreating redhead. What had just happened?

--

Kadaj's eyes opened slightly. They weakly looked around, then fell shut again. He mustered his strength and forced his lungs to expand. The silver-haired youth opened his eyes again, wider this time, as he assessed his situation.

He could just barely make out a glimmer of daylight through what he could only assume were trees, judging from the rippling effect of the light. A slight breeze moved his hair gently.

"Bro…ther," a deep voiced groaned, somewhere to his left.

Kadaj forced himself to sit up. He looked towards the voice and saw Loz lying on the ground. "Loz?" he asked.

"Brother… What happened?" Loz asked, trying to sit up. Kadaj shook his head silently.

"I don't know," he answered softly. He turned his head, looking around. It looked like they were in the Sleeping Forest, but in a far less friendly and more hostile area than any they'd been in yet. The mysterious light that illuminated most of the forest was absent here. The forest was very still- so still that the hair on the back of Kadaj's neck stood up in warning.

"My brothers," a smooth, deep voice came from the trees. Kadaj turned to see a tall man walking out from behind a nearby tree.

The beautiful man had on a tight outfit of black leather. Silver hair swirled around him, and his emerald eyes sparkled with an insane energy. He came to a halt in front of Kadaj, towering over him.

"Hello, Kadaj," Sephiroth said, smiling slightly.

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Muahahaha! God, I love writing Sephiroth…

Hopefully, I'm good at writing drunken bishounen kisses…

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